In a state of emotional apathy,
single-minded focus on reading my
book, lost interest
in people and activities, feeling and
emotion, everything interferes with
the ice-cold focus
on finishing my book, engrossed in the
contents and reading like mad to get
to the end
to find the answer to every question evoked
by the text; you watch your programs on TV
while I read undisturbed
Once I wanted to stop; feel life coursing
through my veins; but I can’t anymore, once
commenced, the book must run its course
The more I read, the less need for activity;
consciousness can only exist in the context
of a new book
May reading remain the amnesia that it
has been, may the intoxication of words
keep me oblivious to the flow of life!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem